Am I wrong?" That was with friends and I didn't have any other ideas. I alsoremember the cowgirl thing was your idea." I think you are right, but you ...ould have gone as a cowboy." Even if I did enjoy some goofy role-playing, I am all boy now." I'm not saying you are not. I just want you to open your mind to thefact that you enjoy playing the girls role." That's stretching things, but for the sake of discussion okay." You are a great athlete and I am so proud of you, but you have alwayshad a. Since we realized we like a lot of the same things, we've been kind of inseparable. The two of us had a very playful relationship. We wrestled, picked on each other (in the nicest way of course), and dare I say... flirted. We never did that around our family though. But in public or by ourselves, we would often get mistaken for a couple. We were cousins, related, nothing was really going on between us! Well at least not physically...yet."Ready to go?" Zack asked, as I climbed into the front. He shuffled unerringly to the far corner and pointed again."Look behind them boxes there." he said.Robby had to move several boxes overflowing with old cards that had names scrawled on them, with dates after them. Why someone had kept them was a mystery, but had they been studied, they would have provided a remarkable history of what the townspeople of years gone by had read. Clouds of dust billowed into the air as Robby restacked boxes on top of other boxes. Finally he uncovered one battered. .. “No, she isn’t!” five-year-old Corec said to his half-brothers.“Yes, she is,” Toman insisted. “Your mother’s buried in the crypt. Father’s just never taken you down there because you’re too little.”Corec couldn’t remember his mother, but there was a portrait in the sitting room with Father, Isa, and Mother all together, dressed up in their finest clothes. Isa was Father’s wife, and she was also Toman’s and Branth’s mother. Corec liked to look at the portrait sometimes, wondering what his own.